Page 46 of Upon Blooded Lips (Vengeance #1)

I come up behind Tessa, spin her around, and pin her against the wall with my thigh.

I cup her cheeks, my hands and nails still encrusted with blood, and stare into her eyes.

In them, I see all the mysteries of the universe and traces of shattered hope and longing that match my own.

“I fucking love you,” I whisper before crashing my mouth down on hers.

She doesn’t break eye contact and gives it right back to me, grinding on my thigh while submitting to my tongue.

I don’t let her come up for air. We don’t need it.

Something elemental passes between us, an agreement, a contract signed in blood.

Mine.

Without breaking our kiss, I shove my pants down and lift her legs around my hips. She’s bare beneath her dress, as if she had anticipated I’d need her when I returned. She’s not quite ready yet, but I can’t wait. Our unspoken pact requires consummation, a binding of souls.

I force my way inside her, inch by inch, making her take me.

Tessa presses her head back against the wall with a gasp, her hips moving in tandem with mine.

I wrap my inked fingers around the softness of her neck, causing her pulse to leap and flutter beneath them.

When I’m fully seated, I withdraw before slamming back inside her, and her low groan fills the room.

I run my nose over her cheek to her ear. “Did you hear what I said? I love you, Tessa. You and Eric are my life, my breath, my world.” My hand tightens around her neck while the other grabs her ass and pulls her closer. “Tell us you love us too. That you need us as much as we need you.”

Instead of answering, she holds an arm out to Eric, who’s been watching us from the doorway with his cock tenting his shorts.

When he joins our little bubble, she draws him in for a kiss before pushing him toward me.

He gives me a wink before lowering his lips to mine, providing the softness I need to counter the blackness enmeshed with my soul.

My darkness. His light. Her strength. We are more than the sum of our parts. Together, no one can touch us.

“I love you both too,” Tessa admits when we break apart. “Now make me come.”

With her legs wrapped tightly around me, I shuffle through to the living room and drop her on the couch before kicking off my bloodstained boots and pants.

With her hair wild around her face, her pupils dilated, lips plump from my kisses, and her legs spread wide, she looks like a fucking fallen angel.

“Take off your dress,” I order, my voice husky with need.

She obeys me instantly, yanking it over her head and tossing it across the room.

Eric hands me a bottle of lube—I swear he has stashes of them in every room—and divests himself of his clothes. “I’m going to fuck our girl while you fuck me,” he states, like he’s the one in charge.

I raise a brow at Tessa, who only grins back. Who am I to argue?

Using one hand, I rip my T-shirt over my head and generously apply lube to my aching cock.

Eric settles himself over Tessa, giving her a deep kiss while he slides inside her.

Goddamn, they look hot together. I squirt more into my hand and spread it over Eric’s asshole, rubbing it in to soften it.

He groans low when I press a finger inside him, followed by a second.

When I deem him ready, I notch my cock at his entrance and push inside with one relentless thrust, causing him to make a choking noise.

In turn, Eric jerks into Tessa, who peers over his shoulder at me.

It takes a couple of tries to get the rhythm right, but once we do, the three of us work together like a well-oiled machine.

I grip Eric’s hips in a tight hold, rocking into him in a steady rhythm.

Tessa holds on to Eric’s upper arms, her neck arched, sweat dotting her brow.

Panting breaths, quiet moans, and the slapping of skin against skin fills the room.

Eric does something to Tessa that makes her cry out, her toes curling and her eyes rolling into back in her head.

“Hurry,” he says to me. “I can’t last much longer. She’s squeezing me like a fucking vise.”

I chuckle and slap my palm down on his ass, groaning at the red pop of color blazing on it. “Don’t tell me what to do, little brother, or I’ll make sure you can’t sit down tomorrow.”

“Does he always make promises he doesn’t intend to keep?” Tessa asks in a breathy voice.

My hips stutter before I slam so deep into him it forces Tessa’s head against the arm of the couch. “Brat,” I mutter, the telltale prickle of my impending orgasm creeping up my spine.

Eric huffs a laugh before releasing a moan, his hips jerking as he comes.

He collapses on top of her, panting, and my heart pangs when she holds him close and runs her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

The sweet gesture sets off my orgasm, and I bite back a curse, pouring myself deep inside him.

I wish I could collapse too, but doing so would likely crush both of them, so I gently pull out and stand, stretching my arms over my head. “Let’s order in tonight. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

Tessa takes Eric’s proffered hand, wincing a little as she gets up. “What’s tomorrow?”

The intimacy of the moment vanishes in an instant when I reply, “Moving day.”